Tuesday, August 26, 2008

In which Tim meets Gustav...

Just as we were getting over the little visit that Fay decided to pay to us, her little brother Gustav decided to drop in. Although I suppose "little brother" is a bad designation, since she was just a tropical depression when she was here, but this guy is a full blown hurricane.

No need to worry. I am safe. I came into town yesterday to check my email and buy some groceries, and my phone started ringing. It was the volunteer who is in charge of emergency coordination in this part of the country. He told me that a room had been reserved in my name at a local hotel, and that I was not under any circumstances to return to the countryside until further notice. "Not even to get some clean clothes and my toothbrush?" I replied. He said no, that this was going to be a big storm.

So here I sit, in the rain, wearing dirty clothing. It looks like the eye of the storm is past, so we might be out of the woods. Haiti will be hit pretty hard though. Please pray.

There are about twenty of us who have been evacuated to the same hotel, so at least there is no lack of company. We have AC and cable, which is nice. We might get to go back home this afternoon. As nice as the little luxuries are it is still not the same as sleeping in my own bed at night. Maybe I will be back there soon...

Tuesday, August 19, 2008

In which Tim gets a cold and goes to a wedding...

I have been in the capital for a loooong time. Almost a week now. Hence my inundation of blog entries. I had four days worth of meetings, and came down with a sore throat somewhere in there. Yesterday morning I was all packed to leave, and dropped by the doctors office to see if she couldn't give me a pill to soothe the throat. She did her poking and prodding, and told me that she wanted me to stay in town for a few days for "observation". The nice part about this is that Peace Corps pays to put me in an air conditioned, PRIVATE hotel room, and gives me a pretty penny to cover my daily expenses. The unpleasant part is that the capital is pretty lonely when there aren't lots of fellow volunteers in town. Being sick isn't a lot of fun either.

The boredom was pleasantly alleviated today by, of all things, a wedding. Anne and Tim are volunteers who came to the country in the same group as me, six months ago. They are dear friends of mine. They met when we all came together in February, and very quickly decided that they liked each other. I guess when it's right it's right, so today they went into the magistrates office and tied the knot. About ten of us packed into a tiny office and cheered them on as they signed the paperwork.

We took them out to a nice dinner, made toasts, took lots of pictures, ate cake (courtesy of the wonderful Peace Corps staff) and did the things that you generally do at a more conventional American wedding. It was a lot of fun, and I feel fortunate to have played a part in the proceedings. None of us have known each other very long (most notably the bride and groom), but I suppose it goes to show that neat friendships, romances, etc. can pop up anywhere.

Congrats, Anne and Tim!

Monday, August 18, 2008

In which Tim opens a window...

I have finally posted photographs of the community I will be calling home for the next few years. You can find them here.

Sunday, August 17, 2008

Regarding what I've read...

I spend a lot of time reading. I think it would be cool to begin letting y'all know what I am finishing. If you want reviews (or have suggestions for future reads) let me know!

Here is an approximate list of what I have read so far in this country (excluding the 3 or 4 volumes I am working on right now) and a very concise review of each:

"The Far Pavilions" by M.M. Kaye (Still my favorite novel of all time.)

"Cross of Christ" by John Stott (Meaty and applicable. A new staple of my library.)

"Lamb: The Gospel According to Biff" by Christopher Moore (Funny and thought provoking.)

"The Fellowship of the Ring" by JRR Tolkien (Brilliant.)

"The Two Towers" by JRR Tolkien (Brilliant.)

"The Return of the King" by JRR Tolkien (Brilliant.)

"A People's History of the United States" by Howard Zinn (I alternated between loving it and
wanting to burn it.)

"Truman" by David McCullough (Worthy of the Pulitzer it won.)

"Pride and Prejudice" by Jane Austen (I don't know where this author has been all my life!)

"The Irresistible Revolution" by Shane Claiborne (Get ready to be seriously challenged about the
way you live your faith.)

"Dragon" by Clive Cussler (Terrible. I would rather read toilet paper.)

"Collected Essays" by Ralph Waldo Emerson (I am enjoying being exposed to a brilliant mind.)

More to come!

In which Tim meets Fay...

New Peace Corps Volunteers, much like young children, experience many milestones. From learning to communicate well in the language, to moving into our own houses, or running our first meeting, our lives are full of memorable firsts. I experienced a notable first just the other day. If you watch the news, you may know that a lovely little cloud by the name of Fay is ripping her way across the Caribbean. She happened to be right on top of us when her designation was changed from "tropical depression" to "tropical storm." I mean RIGHT on top. Like if you looked at a radar map, you would not have seen my island through the clouds.

Fortunately I am in the capital right now, where I am able to hear weather reports and do basic things (like buying food) without climbing mountains or crossing rivers. I was completely safe (except for the moment when I needed to cross a street that had turned into a rushing river, but my back-woods skills served me well. I live to ford more streams or streets.). There was a heck of a lot of rain, and the electricity was less reliable than normal for about 24 hours. I saw some downed trees, but no damage to speak of.

I am not sure what the situation is like in my town. I am going back tomorrow morning. I tried calling some friends in the area, but it seems that our one cell phone tower is having problems (maybe related to the storm). I imagine I will return home to find a lot of mud, and the road in crummier shape than usual. It was not that bad a storm, but my community is not well prepared for any kind of super-heavy rainfall. I am praying that we don't get hit by any major storms before some things can be changed.

Only a few more months of hurricane season left...

Saturday, August 16, 2008

In which Tim learns about coffee...

Last week I celebrated three months of being a PCV. Rather than giving us a party, Peace Corps mandates that we attend a week of training to "process" our first few months at site, and to brush up on whatever technical skills we feel we might be lacking. It was refreshing to spend several days with so many of my friends, speaking English, telling stories, dozing through lectures from PC officials, and getting into mischief.

One day of our training was dedicated to learning all about all of the processes that take coffee from being a tiny seed in the tropical soil to that flavorful caffeine filled beverage that American society depends on for productivity. The bean is first planted in sand, where it sprouts and grows to a tree of about six inches. It is then transplanted into soil where it takes about two years to reach the point of bearing fruit that looks like this:


The fruit is harvested, and dumped into tanks of water where it is allowed to ferment. Later it is dried, and processed to remove the shells. The result is something that looks like this:



The beans are then judged for quality, shipped, roasted, sold, ground and consumed. Apparently there are very strict guidelines (weight, bean size, color, shape) that govern the quality of coffee. The highest quality coffee here is sold for export (that's the Dominican coffee that we snobby, French pressing using types can get at our expensive stores in the US). The medium grades end up in the cheap brands that folks buy to put in the drip machines. The low grades are deemed not fit for sale.

We were given a lesson in quality control by a gentleman who we were told is one of the "fifteen top coffee experts in the country," whatever that means. I expected him to give us two mugs of coffee, and say "this one is good, and this one is bad" and the taste would be self explanatory. Coffee is just coffee, right? Wrong.

There are a few steps that the coffee critic must take in order to judge the goodness of a given bean.

Step # 1 - Bean Sniffing
This is exactly what it sounds like. One holds the bean close to the nose and sees what sort of flavor can be detected.

Step # 2 - Grinding and Ground Sniffing
The beans are ground to the desired coarseness, stirred up, and smelled very VERY closely (I mean you get your nose within a quarter inch of the grounds). There are layers upon layers of flavor in this stuff. With good coffee (like I have heard about good wine) you can smell fruit flavors, nut flavors, sweetness, acidity, spice, and even more. One of the ones we smelled was a bit like beef stew. At first I thought "don't they all smell like coffee?", and they did. But there was a surprising amount of variety.

Step # 3 - Brewing and Brew Sniffing
Hot water is poured into the bowl of grounds, and allowed to sit for a few minutes. The grounds form a layer on top of the water. The sniffer gets his nose close, and uses a spoon to swish away the layer of grounds. A wave of aroma bubbles up, and is strongest for only a few seconds. The complexity of the aroma tells the sniffer much about the quality of the coffee.

Step # 4 - Tasting
Each part of the tongue is responsible for a different part of taste. The tip of the tongue detects sweetness, another part looks for saltiness, acidity, etc. The point is that in order to get a full sense of what something tastes like, the food has to make contact with as many parts of the tongue as possible. Professional coffee tasters make this happen by slurping the coffee in such a way that it enters the mouth as a fine spray, making contact all over, giving a very good sense of the flavor.

I thought this whole exercise was a little bit silly at first, but it turned out really interesting. All the coffees we tried were very good (and expensive), but also very different. It seems that certain varieties are more popular in various parts of the world. The fruitier/subtler kinds do very well in Australia and Scandinavia. Continental Europeans and Americans think highly of the nuttier and more robust flavors. Our guide told us that serious coffee drinkers tend to look down their noses at the coffee favored by Italians to make espresso and stuff like that. It reminded me that I really live in a pretty neat world. There is tremendous variety and beauty everywhere we look, even in something as simple as what we drink for breakfast.

Where does your coffee come from? What is special about it? Who grew it? Look into it. It is probably more interesting that you suspect.
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